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grip the light
place your trust in earth and scent
ignite the rumored undertones
sink your heart
into the bread of me
of my love
into the fearful, fullofherself thing
that it is
i cry
suddenly
gulping
become a candle
focused heat
the curve
the blue
of the
flame
is
what
i
want.
***
grip the light
place your trust in earth and scent
ignite the rumored undertones
sink your heart
into the bread of me
of my love
into the fearful, fullofherself thing
that it is
i cry
suddenly
gulping
become a candle
focused heat
the curve
the blue
of the
flame
is
what
i
want.
***
Published 11th Nov 2015
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11th Nov 2015 4:35am
there is no heat in the fire like the blue of it.
for how many centuries have men harkened to the tempt of fresh-baked bread,
& found that same delight in the body of a woman...
for how many centuries have men harkened to the tempt of fresh-baked bread,
& found that same delight in the body of a woman...
11th Nov 2015 4:54am
11th Nov 2015 5:18am
Shauna,
Just love this write. I take mental
notes of how you express yourself,
in both form an style. Loved these
lines
sink your heart
into the bread of me
of my love
into the fearful, fullofherself thing
that is
Just beautiful work, so appreciate the opportunity to read you.
Keith
Just love this write. I take mental
notes of how you express yourself,
in both form an style. Loved these
lines
sink your heart
into the bread of me
of my love
into the fearful, fullofherself thing
that is
Just beautiful work, so appreciate the opportunity to read you.
Keith
11th Nov 2015 5:25pm
I see something so beautiful here like lovemaking near the fire.
Enjoyed the flame
Enjoyed the flame
12th Nov 2015 8:38pm
Wooo, no sounds to create
such as words, only hmm's
& haa's. The kind that are
lodged deep within the throat,
with fidgetiness.
No one lashes me like you...
-Howlings
such as words, only hmm's
& haa's. The kind that are
lodged deep within the throat,
with fidgetiness.
No one lashes me like you...
-Howlings
14th Nov 2015 7:16pm
i am smitten by your poetic style, "sink your heart / into the bread of me / of my love" and it's lines like that superstar...
15th Nov 2015 4:38am
